Cherish every second you get to spend with your family, inevitably lies tear you apart , but , if you like me, you remember the happiness their presence filled your life with, the time your heart was filled with so much joy
A traveler in life who has lost all of his companions, not because he is unworthy, simply because lies hold more weight than sincerity,truth and sacrifice. Lost in this chaos, yearning for a lifeline
I yearn for love, I immerse myself in every relationship, always falling short, guess my heart is not worthy of experiencing that joy that encapsulates my hearts most desired yearning
Betrayal is often the finesse of someone whom you truly cared for. Unable to unblock the deceit, fearing that hope will be the inevitable casualty. Loss in my existence
Feel so alone, every relationship casts me out eventually, try so hard, give without hesitation, overlook the slurs and insults, alas meant to be broken ๐ always. Just so tired, their words, "miserable, alone, counting the days" speak volumes to my yearning for the aakhirah.
My soul fades a little every moment, falling deeper into a place I seem unable to escape from. Love so deeply, the inevitable result is a broken spirit, always. A pain so difficult to constantly endure, unable to escape from it's clutches
3)The truth is so easily manipulated, while a lie is so hard to debunk. A sad truth, unfortunately, sensationalism feeds the appetite of the people who make up your own world.
2) Emotions are never expressed in words. They cripple you from within. The life you envisioned, seems like a distant memory, buried by false promises and broken dreams. You were, probably always will be my person, how ironic that even betrayal can't change this fact.
1) The journey
I vividly remember sitting there as you left. It was as if I was frozen, unable to stop you, knowing full well that when you leave, a significant part of me was leaving. Loved us more than you understood.
I loved you without wanting anything other than to know you were happy doll. I called you words that I'd lovingly reserved only for you, you were my perfect, you were my sweet laughter, you were my soul, my everything. In another lifetime, we, us, would be to not be. Maturity...
Joy is not defined by laughs and smiles alone, joy has no definitive explanation, it is an enigma, a story waiting to unfold, a hidden moment bursting at its seams, simplicity cannot be put in words, like joy it's essence is boxed, a concealment filled with infinity of emotions.
He smiled, he nodded, he cracked jokes, underneath he silently wept, looking for ways forward, looking for a way to forget, not knowing if this pain he has silently endured for so many years would one day, maybe just fade away. A million broken pieces, looking for tears to heal.
Do you ever feel inadequate? Not knowing the right thing to do, the right path to choose. When we young, the path is clear, but as we age, life changes our perspective and makes us more cautious. Wish I could live life through my childhood optimism